I'll make you the furnace and the cauldron, so you can refine Yin and Yang and prove the Great

"Old man, you think you can hide here and get away with it?"

Before Wu Tianxiong's shouts had even faded, Qin Muyue had already made her move. She raised her slender hand, and a pink streak, like a venomous snake, coiled towards Li Hanshan. Wu Zhanlong, on the other hand, directly summoned a golden flying sword; its light tore through the black mist, aiming straight for Li Hanshan's throat.

Li Hanshan retreated rapidly, simultaneously shouting, "Xiao An!"

Xiao An formed hand seals, and the twelve bronze pillars surrounding the dilapidated altar trembled violently. The demon-face reliefs on the pillars seemed to come alive, their ferocious maws spewing out thick black light, which intertwined to form a semi-transparent black barrier in front of Li Hanshan.

boom!

The golden sword light struck the barrier, exploding into a blinding burst of light. The barrier trembled violently, but did not shatter. Qin Muyue's pink ribbon followed closely, cracking the barrier, but it too was blocked.

Wu Zhanlong frowned: "This broken formation can still function?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Qin Muyue's eyes, but she quickly regained her languid tone: "Elder Wu, how long can this mere remnant formation hold us off?"

"Don't worry, Holy Maiden, half an incense stick's time is enough." Wu Zhanlong sneered, about to intensify his attack, when suddenly his expression changed drastically.

The ground beneath their feet began to tremble. Not just a slight tremor, but the entire ancestral land shook violently, as if some colossal being was awakening from the earth. The twelve bronze pillars on the altar emitted a piercing hum, and the hideous demonic faces on their surfaces began to bleed.

"What's going on?" Wu Tianxiong looked around in alarm.

Li Hanshan also sensed something was wrong. His Golden Core level divine sense detected countless terrifying auras surging from the depths of the earth, far exceeding the number of Golden Core Yin Spirits that should exist in this area. Those auras seemed to have been imprisoned by something for too long, and were now frantically breaking through the seal.

Xiao An's expression changed drastically: "Senior, run! There are more than just these few Golden Core Yin Spirits here!"

Before the words were even finished, the ground in the center of the altar exploded with a deafening roar. A jet-black pillar of light shot into the sky, and from within it, dozens of Golden Core level auras surged forth like a volcanic eruption. These Golden Core Yin spirits were all solidified souls, almost like physical entities, and the ghostly flames in their eyes displayed various eerie colors—deep purple, ghostly blue, and even blood red.

Even more frightening is that they are still continuously gushing out from underground.

For the first time, a serious expression appeared on Qin Muyue's languid face: "So many Golden Core Yin Souls?" She glanced at the number, her pupils shrinking slightly!

Wu Zhanlong's face also turned ashen: "How did they clean this up? How could there be so many!"

"Walk!"

Qin Muyue made a decisive move, transforming into a beam of light and rushing towards the outer perimeter of the ancestral land. Wu Zhanlong followed closely behind, his golden sword light clearing a path in front of him.

However, they were trapped by the remnants of the enemy formation, and it would not be easy for them to break out.

"Xiong'er, let's go!"

Seeing the approaching ghosts, Wu Zhanlong had no choice but to use a trump card. He summoned a talisman and forcibly blasted a crack in the remaining array, then threw Wu Tianxiong out.

As for himself, it was too late.

Golden Core level Yin spirits surged in like a tide, and Wu Zhanlong and Qin Muyue were instantly surrounded.

"Walk!"

Li Hanshan also made a move.

He carried Han Yan and rushed outside with Xiao An. Xiao An formed hand seals, fully activating the Netherworld Record technique, and a powerful barrier of Yin energy formed around them, enveloping them.

After the aura was isolated, the Golden Core level Yin Spirit did not attack Li Hanshan, allowing the three of them to successfully break out of the altar's range. With the help of Xiao An, they managed to escape the remaining formation in one fell swoop.

After breaking through the remnants of the formation, Li Hanshan saw that the Golden Core Yin Spirits had surrounded Qin Muyue and Wu Zhanlong. The two Golden Core cultivators unleashed their magical treasures, engaging in a fierce battle with dozens of Golden Core Yin Spirits. Each time Qin Muyue's pink ribbon swept across, it would cause a Golden Core Yin Spirit's soul to tremble violently, but more Yin Spirits would immediately fill the gap. Wu Zhanlong's combat power was equally formidable, but he too was overwhelmed by the sheer number of Yin Spirits.

Li Hanshan couldn't get involved in a battle of this level. The three figures swiftly traversed the ruins, finally reaching the outer perimeter of the ancestral land.

"etc."

Li Hanshan put down the cold smoke, gripped his flying sword, and looked back at the ancestral land of the Yinming Sect.

"Li Hanshan!"

A sinister laugh rang out. A figure emerged from behind the broken wall ahead—it was Wu Tianxiong.

"Old man, your death is near!"

Li Hanshan looked at him coldly: "If I were you, I should be hiding right now."

Wu Tianxiong scoffed, "You really think you're so great?"

As he spoke, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he flipped his hand to take out a talisman.

"Die!"

Before he could reply, he activated the talisman. The talisman transformed into a golden sword light that aimed straight for Li Hanshan's heart. The activation of the talisman was so sudden that Li Hanshan hastily dodged to the side. The sword light grazed his chest, tearing his robes and leaving a bloody gash that stretched from his left shoulder to his right rib.

"Not dead?" Wu Tianxiong was taken aback, then grinned maliciously, "Then let's try again~~~"

His words came to an abrupt end.

A soul banner appeared behind him without his noticing, and Xiao An's figure emerged from it, her five fingers hooking around Wu Tianxiong's head. The most vicious soul-searching technique in the Netherworld Records was activated, and Wu Tianxiong's body trembled violently, his eyes rolled back, and his spiritual power surged into Xiao An's body like a burst dam. His cultivation was forcibly dissolved, turning into pure soul power that was completely devoured by Xiao An.

"You..." Wu Tianxiong uttered the last word before his body collapsed like a withered tree.

Li Hanshan put away the soul banner, not even glancing at the corpse, and turned to look into the depths of the ancestral land. The shrieks of those golden-core Yin spirits continued, and Qin Muyue and Wu Zhanlong's auras fluctuated violently.

"Xiao An, what are the chances of them escaping unscathed?"

Xiao An pondered for a moment: "There are so many Golden Core Yin Spirits, some even in the mid-to-late stages of the Golden Core realm. It will be extremely difficult for them to escape unscathed; they will have to pay a considerable price."

Li Hanshan then asked a question that startled Xiao An: "If they are seriously injured, what are the chances of killing them here?"

Han Yan, who had been silent all along, suddenly looked up, her cold, beautiful eyes filled with disbelief: "You want to kill them?"

"I've already killed Wu Tianxiong." Li Hanshan pointed to the corpse on the ground, his tone eerily calm. "Even if I escape back to Huan Sect, Wu Zhanlong won't let me go. Rather than waiting for him to come to my door, I'd better settle this score today."

Han Yan gasped in shock. She hadn't expected Li Hanshan to be so audacious. Having already escaped, instead of thinking about how to escape further, he actually wanted to kill a Golden Core cultivator.

That's a Golden Elixir!

Even a severely injured Golden Core cultivator is not someone an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator can easily fool. But when Han Yan thought of the Golden Core-level Yin Soul that had recently died at Li Hanshan's hands, she had a vague feeling of unease.

Perhaps, Li Hanshan really can succeed.